TO Daniel MACK
TO Daniel Mack
I went to youth with Daniel Mack and he was sooo cool he made me laugh and he was just so full of life I dont understand and I dont Want to belive this could be true because I just saw you not long ago. I am so reminded of your face and the summer we went to six flags and we rode all those scary rides and I was so Afraid and you just told me everything is ok dont worry about it, SO know I cant say everything is ok and your going to be fine and you cant tell me your ok and I will be ok, Things arnt going to be the same, I never got to say good bye and I never told you thanks for everything.
I WILL MISS YOU.....
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
To you, to tell you that I loved you, to say
What now must be one long, unbroken cry
Of pain, now that at last you've gone away.
I cannot tell you what a joy it was
To be the one to tend you in your need.
The burden was a gift, for giving does
Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed.
I wish I could have been with you when you,
Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death
Alone, with no one there to wonder to,
To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath.
I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done,
And now I must surrender what is gone
I went to youth with Daniel Mack and he was sooo cool he made me laugh and he was just so full of life I dont understand and I dont Want to belive this could be true because I just saw you not long ago. I am so reminded of your face and the summer we went to six flags and we rode all those scary rides and I was so Afraid and you just told me everything is ok dont worry about it, SO know I cant say everything is ok and your going to be fine and you cant tell me your ok and I will be ok, Things arnt going to be the same, I never got to say good bye and I never told you thanks for everything.
I WILL MISS YOU.....
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
To you, to tell you that I loved you, to say
What now must be one long, unbroken cry
Of pain, now that at last you've gone away.
I cannot tell you what a joy it was
To be the one to tend you in your need.
The burden was a gift, for giving does
Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed.
I wish I could have been with you when you,
Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death
Alone, with no one there to wonder to,
To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath.
I wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done,
And now I must surrender what is gone